Jenn's POV
The sun was lower in the sky now, casting a golden haze over everything. The drive back felt different—quieter, softer somehow. Andres was humming to the music this time, and I caught myself smiling more than I should've.
We stopped at a scenic spot just outside the city—an empty stretch with a view of the hills, trees swaying gently in the breeze, and barely any people around.
"Let's get some air," Andres said, parking the car and stepping out without waiting for my answer.
I followed, curiosity dragging me along. We walked toward the edge of the little viewpoint. He stood there, hands in his pockets, looking like something out of a movie with the wind playing with his hair and that effortless charm just oozing out of him.
"You come here often?" I asked, trying to lighten the moment.
"Only when I need to breathe," he replied without looking at me.
I stayed quiet for a bit, letting the silence stretch between us. It didn't feel awkward. It felt… peaceful.
"You're different when it's quiet like this," I said.
"How so?" he finally turned to look at me.
"You're not all flirty and cocky. You're just… real."
He chuckled, eyes soft. "Maybe because around you, I don't have to pretend."
That made my stomach flip a little.
I looked away, suddenly feeling too aware of the way he was watching me. "You say things like that too casually."
"What if I mean them?"
I met his gaze. His eyes weren't teasing this time. There was no smirk, no act—just honesty. And that scared me more than anything else.
Before I could reply, he stepped closer—just enough to close the gap, but not enough to make it uncomfortable. I could feel the heat between us, the way time slowed for a second.
"Jenn," he said, voice lower now, "I don't know what this is between us. But it's not nothing. And I don't want to pretend I'm not thinking about you… more than I should."
My breath caught in my throat.
There it was. No more hiding behind jokes. No more sarcastic comments or fake indifference. Just truth.
"I think about you too," I admitted, quietly.
He took one more step, now inches away. "Then let me do something I've been dying to do since the first day I saw you."
I didn't move. Didn't speak. My heart was thudding in my chest like crazy.
He slowly leaned in, giving me time to stop him if I wanted. I didn't.
Our lips met in the softest, slowest kiss. Nothing rushed, nothing dramatic—just warm, patient, and full of unspoken feelings. It felt like every unanswered question between us had finally found its answer.
When we pulled away, neither of us said a word. We didn't have to.
The way he looked at me said enough.